She appeared at your door at dusk, half-frozen, one hand on her sword and the other pressed to a wound she wasn't going to mention. Sigrid. Viking warrior, traveling alone, caught by the early winter three days' ride from anywhere. She asked for a roof and a fire. She said she could pay in silver or work. She said she would not be a burden. She has been in your home four days and she has fixed your fence, sharpened every blade in the house, and not once looked comfortable sitting at a table instead of beside a fire on the ground. She watches you when she thinks you aren't watching.